Kitten_(1)

My wife and I had hired Kitten, the young girl who lives down the street, to baby-sit our kids on several occasions. She had always done a good job, and the kids really liked her. On top of that, she is a total hottie. Her long brown hair framed her cute face perfectly. Plus, her budding little breasts have filled out nicely over the past few months.

My wife was out of town visiting her mother, and I had to go to a last minute business dinner. I called Kitten who agreed to come over and watch the kids. I told her that I would probably not be back until after ten o’clock. Since school was nearly out for the summer, she had no homework and readily agreed to baby-sit.

The dinner was a real bore. My sales manager droned on and on about the “bottom line.” Since the company was picking up the tab, I had a few too many cocktails. Luckily, the meeting broke up early, and I headed home.

Entering my house, I looked forward to spending some time chatting with Kitten and admiring her tight, petite body. The house was quiet. I checked the kids’ rooms to find that they were safely asleep in their beds. However, there was no sign of Kitten.

As I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom, I heard faint moans and murmurs. Stepping as lightly as I could, I approached the partly open door. I peered in to see Kitten lying on my king size bed wearing nothing but the dress shirt I had worn to work yesterday. Her tiny body seemed even smaller in my shirt on the huge bed. Her slender legs were spread far apart, her eyes were closed, and her hands were working slowly and methodically on her pussy and clitoris.

My cock began to tingle and enlarge as I watched Kitten pleasure herself. Her breath rate increased with the speed of her finger movements. From the way her hips started to undulate, it was obvious she was approaching a climax.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Gray,” she whispered. “Fuck me just like that.” Her mouth opened wide and she emitted a heavy sigh. “Oh, Mr. Gray, make me come,” she moaned.

My erection was straining the fabric of my pants. I stepped closer to get a full view of her incredible performance. Unfortunately, the floor squeaked as I moved. Before I could retreat from her view, her eyes flew open, and she glared at me with a look of embarrassed horror.

“Oh, Mr. Gray,” she whimpered, pulling the shirt closed and clamping her legs together. “I’m so sorry! You’re home early.” She was still panting from her near-orgasmic experience.

Suddenly feeling like a Peeping Tom, I was at a loss for words. Realizing that my pants were bulging, I turned sideways hoping that she wouldn’t notice. However, I saw her ogling my crotch.

“Please don’t tell my parents, Mr. Gray,” she pleaded.

“I won’t, Kitten,” I heard myself stutter. “Um, I’ll go down stairs so that you can get dressed.”

“Mr. Gray, I’m so sorry,” she said, tears welling in her eyes.

She looked so beautiful and vulnerable. Her smooth skin was a light, glowing pink – most likely because of her waning arousal. I could see the tips of her hardened nipples poking at the thin material of my shirt.

“Kitten,” I said softly, “you’re wearing my shirt.”

She lowered her eyes momentarily before glancing at me. In the few seconds it took for her to respond, I could see a definite change in her demeanor. “I, um, `cuz I like the way it smells,” she said coyly, spreading her legs slightly.

My mind was spinning. My cock was swollen. My eyes could do nothing but gaze at the young, virginal beauty lying nearly naked before me.

“Mr. Gray, I’ve…,” her voice trailed off and her eyelids fluttered. “I really like you. Sometimes, I dream about, like, being with you, you know?”

“I’m old enough to be your father, Kitten. You should be dreaming about boys your own age,” I managed to blurt out, trying to act the sensible adult.

She tilted her head and looked at me from under her long eyelashes. “They’re just boys. I want a man.”

It felt like it was one hundred degrees in the room. My brain was foggy from alcohol, sexual tension, and the fear that I would ruin my life if I succumbed to her apparent invitation.

“Don’t you like me, Mr. Gray?” she asked in a whisper. “The boys at school are so fumbly. I know you wouldn’t be that way,” she asserted confidently. Suddenly her eyes got big and she blurted excitedly, “And I know you’ve had a vasectomy. Mrs. Gray told me once when I asked her whether you would have more children.”

“Kitten, you should get dressed. I’ll wait down stairs and then take you…”

“Didn’t you like what you saw when you came home?” she interrupted, spreading her gorgeous legs apart. She opened the shirt to display her entire body to me. “I’m really wet, Mr. Gray, and I need to come.”

I was amazed at her forthrightness. I would never have dreamed she would come on to me so blatantly.

“Please” Kitten continued “I promise I won’t tell. I just really need to come,” she bit her lip and looked at me from behind her hair, making herself seem even more vulnerable and young. She opened her lips about an inch and ran her moist tongue between them. I glanced between her legs to peer at her labia. They were swollen and open like the petals of a deep pink flower. They glistened with her natural lubrication; begging for my attention.

Out if the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of my trousers. A dark, wet spot had formed where my seminal fluid had soaked through the fabric.

My thoughts were racing. Child molesting, loss of job, prison, adultery, divorce, child support: the numerous repercussions of satisfying Kitten’s desire kept me from thinking straight. I suddenly recalled that an attorney friend had once told me that the age of consent in our state is sixteen. Although I had known Kitten for a few years, I had no true idea of her age.

“How old are you?” I asked.

Kitten spread her legs a bit more, giving me a complete view of her pussy. As a teasing contrast to this, she used her hands to pull down the shirt to cover a tiny bit of the view. “I turned sixteen last week,” she said, biting her lower lip. The shirt she was wearing fell open a bit, exposing her young, firm breast and its bright, pink nipple to me. “Won’t you help me, Mr. Gray?”

I sighed audibly at hearing her admit her age. At least the possibility of criminal prosecution was seemingly eliminated. Blood surged through the vessels in my penis when she pled for my assistance.

She was so tiny, so delicate – surely no more than five feet tall and weighing less than one hundred pounds. Her lithe arms seemed to have been perfectly sculpted to meet her angular shoulders.